Spookychild’s writings

It took ten minutes for Sophia to get out of Winters. Time no longer meant anything to Sophia. There was no time, only now, this second. There was only her moving through the panic to get home. There was no one else. She was alone in this place. She was moving west slowly. She would make it home.
The mountains were in front of her when her car stopped. The engine died in mid motion at 60 MPH. Sophia heard the silence and felt the car slow. She pushed the gas pedal. Nothing happened. She floored it. The car continued to slow. She came to a dead stop at the point in the road that the highway turned south.
Sophia looked at the clock. The dial was dead, no time was visible She tried the radio. This was also dead. She turned the key, took it out, and tried to start the engine again; nothing happened. Sophia felt panic for the first time, absolute terror. Before this, she had been numb; she had felt nothing except the determination to get home and blankness. Now she felt sick. She was going to throw up, she knew she would. She was miles from home and her car was dead. What was wrong with her vehicle? Why wouldn’t it run? It was only a few years old, and the gas tank had been full. Even the battery was dead. There was no clock and no radio. What was she going to do? She was here in the middle of nowhere without any means of transportation. She could not trust anyone. Everyone here in this new world was dangerous. There was no way to get home.
She wanted to cry. Her throat constricted and she covered her mouth. But she could not cry; the tears would not come. Her hand moved up, under her sunglasses, to cover her eyes. She took several deep breaths slowly.
“So what?” Something in her spoke. She could almost hear the words. “So, you do not have a car. You still have legs, don’t you?” Sophia moved her hand and opened her eyes. Yes, she had legs. She could walk. she could walk all the way home. It would take her days. She would have to be incredibly careful, not to be seen by anyone. She could do it. All she had to do was head out in the general direction, west. Following the road would take too long. The road meandered all around and headed too far south. It would be quicker to go straight west, and home.

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